The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cellar of the Ashworth estate smelled of damp stone and the heavy, sweet rot of overripe apples. It was a smell that clung to the clothes, a tangible weight that pressed against the skin like a second, colder layer of reality. Thomas Ashworth stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the cold wood, feeling the grain shift under his fingertips as if the table were a...

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